This choice: Bulma sits on her throne • Go Back...Chapter #26Bulma sits on her throne by: Offbrunn0   Bulma let out another fart underwater, which caused a new wave of flatulence bubbles. The smell in the bathroom starts to become a bizarre mix of cherries and rotten eggs.
"Shit!" she exclaimed, realizing that was exactly what was coming. The sensations in her belly became more intense and she knew she needed to act quickly.
In a hurry, Bulma quickly got out of the bathtub, leaving the steaming water behind. With her heart pounding and fixated on showing Vegeta at his worst, she grabbed him tightly and, without hesitation, threw him into the bathroom with a loud "ploft".
Vegeta, still recovering from the oppressive atmosphere of the bathroom and the torment he endured, suddenly found himself plunged into a new and equally frightening situation. His small body landed in the icy water surrounded by porcelain and saw his new worst nightmare perched above him. Bulmas's buttocks were now his paradise, and a storm raged from them.
As Bulma sat down on the toilet seat, she couldn't help but feel a strange mix of excitement and embarrassment. She knew the situation was surreal and absurd (even by her standards), but she hadn't come this far to give up.
"Uuuurgh!"
Vegeta saw his wife's anus opening and all hell broke loose from it.
PHUUUUUUUUURTRTRTTRTRT-PLAAAAAAAAAAARTTRRTRTRT"
"PLOP-PLOP-PLOP-PLOP-PLOP"
FRRRRRRRRRRTRRTTR-FRTRTTRTR-SPLOOOOOOOOOOOTRRRTRTRTTR"
"PLOP-PLOP-PLOP-PLOP-PLOP"
A shitstorm descended on Vegeta and he really started to wonder why he couldn't die now, but whoever his angel of death was, he must have been on vacation.
"OHHHHH GGOOOODD!" Bulma was feeling immense pain in her stomach and tight anus. Her intestines were practically crying in pain as she released a huge torrent of thick, pasty diarrhea into the toilet, coloring the toilet water dark brown. "I SHOULDN'T HAVE EATEN SO MUCH YESTERDAY...Uuuurgh!"
SPLOOOOOOOOOORRTRTRT
"PLOP-PLOP-PLOP-PLOP-PLOP"
Vegeta was trapped in a nightmare of desolate scents as his frantic search for escape took him deeper into the literal pit. Each stroke he took became increasingly difficult as more shit diluted into the water in the toilet bowl, which had been clear a minute ago and had already turned into a dense, putrid sludge.
The smell was a disturbing combination of putrefaction and montage, as if all life forms there had met their tragic end. The air was thick and full of odors that fought to overwhelm his senses. Vegeta can smell the acrid smell of rotting food scraps, mixed with the penetrating aroma of toxic chemicals.
"Urgh!" Bulma's pained moan sounded again as more pasty vapors of diarrhea came out of her now burning bottom.
FRRRRRRRRRRTRTRT-SPLOOOOOOOOOOORTRRTRT
"PLOP-PLOP-PLOP-PLOP-PLOP"
Vegeta was fighting the toxic sea air that hung in the air, enveloping him in a fog of decay, while at the same time trying to stop his brain from correlating the less digested parts of much of the waste released from his crazy wife's ass.
Each inhale was a blow to the stomach, and Vegeta could taste the sulfur and ammonia in his mouth as the smell invaded his nostrils, as if the very inside of the world were exposed. It was an almost suffocating experience, made worse by the feeling that there was no escape. Every kick he made seemed to sink him further into the addictive atmosphere of Bulma's trash pile.
"Aaaaah!" Bulma moaned in pain as a huge jet of shit stained the inside of the bowl.
As if his ordeal couldn't get any worse, Vegeta was hit squarely by the jet of shit, with his mouth wide open. The disgusting putrefying liquid seemed to force its way through his intestines due to the explosive force of Bulma's release.
It felt like all of society's waste accumulated inside Bulma's stomach, and turned into a living, slimy substance that now wanted to come out.
At one point, Bulma realized that she had lost complete control of the situation. Her ass looked more like a broken fire hydrant, or even a fire hose that released huge amounts of waste every second.
"SPLAAAAAAAAAAARTRTRTRT
"OOOHHH, THAT HURTS!" Shouted Bulma, her face was sweating from the burning diarrhea deposit, including her legs and butt as well.
“Shit... Shit... Shit... Shit...” Bulma was completely out of breath. She pushed out what she thought was a volcano going on inside her rectum as thick liquid crap splashed into the bowl, along with soft, squishy logs tossed inside. Each thrust burned her ass as a splash of hot, liquid water colored the bowl a dark brown.
His diarrhea dump continued to spill and splash all over the bowl, coloring the water to a dark brown, which was now beginning to pile up toward the top of the pool. Vegeta was potentially dead in the middle of so much shit (don't worry about this animal, he lived to suffer another day...)
SPLAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAALRLRLRLLRTLRTTRLTRTRRT
SPLRTRTR..TRT-SPLRTRTTR-SPLOO.....O-PLOP-PLOP-PLOP
SPLOOOOOOOOOORR...TTRTRTR-FRTRTRTTRTRTR-PLRTRTRTTRTR"
SPLAAAAA......AARTRTRT-SPLOOOOOOOTRRTR.......T-PLOP-PLOP PLAAAAAAA......AAAARTRTRTTR...
The fury in Bulma's gut began to subside, until it finally stopped. The bathroom, the bedroom, and the hallways, and everything else around her was permeated with the scent of Bulma's final revenge.
Not only was Bulma herself drenched in sweat, and breathing heavily, but she was also crying from the sheer toxic potency of her crap, in addition to the pain she felt, both from painful cramps and burning diarrhea.
"Heavens! That....it was...it certainly was..." Bulma said, resting her back on the seat of the toilet, ending up unintentionally flushing the toilet.
FFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUSSSSSSSSSSSSHH HHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH
The porcelain shook visibly, and Bulma quickly got up and walked away for fear of it exploding, for a moment she thought about Vegeta, and in that moment she thought she had gone a little too far...maybe...just a little. .....anything she could use the dragon balls to erase all of this from his memory!
With this last encouraging thought, the founder of the capsule corporation left the bathroom and ran away naked.
Vegeta, the proud Saiyan, found himself in a nightmare of unimaginable dimensions. He was on the edge of a toilet, looking into an abyss of dirt and waste. An immense amount of accumulated trash blocked the view of what lay below, and the stench was suffocating, a mixture of decay, sewage and rot.
With a whirlwind of dirty water and murky currents, the discharge began a sinister opera of despair. Vegeta was sucked in mercilessly, his small body being dragged along with the flood of nauseating debris. The rubbish enveloped him, an avalanche of disgusting remains that made him feel increasingly dirty and disgusted.
The fall into the darkness of the sewer was even more grotesque. There, the environment was a Dantesque vision of contamination and pollution. Vegeta found himself immersed in murky water, his body covered in debris, while indescribable things floated around him. The air was filled with a foul smell, a miasma of putrefaction that permeated his senses.
He struggled to free himself from the current, but he was surrounded by filth and trash. Each movement plunged him deeper into the dirt, staining his skin and clothes. Vegeta was in a nightmare of contamination and degradation, desperate to find an escape route away from this grotesque environment. | Members who added to this interactive story also contributed to these: |
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